You are an artist with thatstrap. Do you train professionally?" asks Mommy."No Mrs. M. I adopt pound sissies and break them in, and then sellthem, a... a hobby." 'Pound Sissies' are men that have voluntarilysurrender their masculinity to the Matriarchy, and are kept in 'pounds',sometimes for months awaiting an opening in sissy 'high heel' camp.Womyn are free to adopt them, if they are so inclined to take on a'project' and break them in."I just love crushing their outwardly masculine exterior. And as always, she was right.The thing good so often forgets about evil, is that evil has no conscience. There is never a moment when true evil hesitates. Good will take a winding path to its goal; evil prefers a straight line.Nicolas stared out the window of the Hawker 800X as it flew through the silent starless night. The plane was headed for Paris; from there Nicolas would then travel to the coast and be taken on into England by boat. The British had ... little tolerance for Nicolas.It had. She pulled her legs up and rotated her hips and I drove my cock all the way in. Her pussy was very hot, like molten honey around my cock."Welcome home babe!" she said when I finally got all the way in. I used my hand to pull on one of the nipple suckers. It didn't want to let go, and pulled her breast up by the nipple. Finally the suction broke and her breast fell down. I lowered my lips to her nipple and pulled it into my mouth. I batted her hard nipple back and forth with my tongue. I love. When I slowly descended to my knees in front of her and washed her feet slowly and sensuously, then proceeded to wash up each toned leg, soaping and massaging, until I almost touched her pussy, I thought she was going to scream when I didn’t wash her pussy, too. Then I turned her around and washed the back of her legs all the way up to her ass cheeks, which I spent a good deal of time washing and kneading eventually parting and washing her little puckered hole. Once it was nice and clean, I.